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Na|GloPoWriMo Day 29

cut flowers

occasionally I give in
and ignore my aversion to
colorful bouquets of cut
flowers from the grocery
store, even though I know
that they will die an ugly
death on my dining room
table…in fact, I know they
are already dead, having been
plucked in their prime, mid-bloom
to entertain and inspire people
like me who don’t have time
enough to frolic in fragrant
wildflower fields, to lie down
in tall grass imagining the
clouds overhead to be great
whales, angel wings, bears, or
back-lit portals to the unknown,
or heaven, who knows? before
disappearing into mist and blue.

I trim the dry stem edges and
arrange each flower in a vase
filled with warm water and life
support crystals, admiring
my creation, how lifelike
they appear while deceiving
myself into believing that
they’re not already gone,
reminding me as they fall limp,
petals dropping silently on
the table, the water in the
vase turning sour, that it was
the illusion of life I had
hoped to capture…the truth is
just a rude reminder I will
die one day like those doomed
dead flowers…it’s been a long
time, I muse to myself, since
I frolicked amidst wildflowers
on a sunny afternoon…too long…
sometimes it feels like that
girl is already gone too

I hope it is not an ugly
death when it happens,
I could just silently fade away
but not before I plant my
feet at least once more
in cool soil in the middle
of a field of tall grass and
wildflowers, while shapeshifting
clouds float by overhead…”don’t
mind me”, I’ll tell passersby,
I’m just silly old woman
who buys cut flowers from
the grocery store for
the girl who loved them

~kat

Na|GloPoWriMo 2026~Day 29 Prompt: In your poem today, similarly compare your everyday present life with your past self, using specific details to conjure aspects of your past and present in the reader’s mind.


It’s been raining for two days. I am awash in vibrant deep green and slate gray skies…glimmers are even more needed now to fend off my tendency for SAD. Not even a sunset to bright my spirits this evening… 😢 I was beginning to think I might need to hunt through old photographs to find a glimmer…and then I saw a tiny dark shadow flutter outside my window. There on the new feeder I had purchased this year with a clear acrylic umbrella was a young hummingbird facing away from the sugar wells, taking in the rain, safe and under cover! It made me so happy! Proving to me once again that I don’t need to find glimmers…I just need to notice them. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat


Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 25

retirement lost

it was a reasonable goal, when I was
young, naive enough to trust the promises
of politicians who, by the way, never keep promises…pay into the machine, they explained, in fact, we’ll help you…we’ll pass a law to nab it (I mean deduct it)
from your hard-earned, blood, sweat and
tears, wages…skim it right off the
top, so you don’t even miss it, for
safekeeping, in a special fund (unless
of course we need it for, say, millionaire bailouts, those poor, rich misers who long
to be billionaires…just a bit…you won’t
even notice…and we’ll raise the age,
people are living longer, healthier, these
days you know…to balance the books,
add a sliding scale to incentivize you to
work and pay longer into the slush…
I mean security fund…potāto…tomăto…
just wait until you’re 65…66…66 and
4-5-6 months or more…or if you’re
feeling immortal, retire at 70…72 in
a few years more to maximize your
return…it’s just a few years…it’s a
gamble…what a deal… you live long
enough…they’re betting you won’t, and
actually have a plan for that too, cancel
accessible, affordable healthcare…but
I digress…it was a reasonable goal when
I was young and naive…as 70 fast
approaches, this year in fact, I suppose
I made it, beat the odds, will finally claim
the ultimate reward, that big payout, except
I won’t be retiring any time soon…I can’t
afford to do that…thank goodness I still
have a job and enough of my wits to work it

~kat

Na|GloPoWrMo 2026 Day 25 Prompt: Today’s challenge asks you to write your own poem in which you use at least three metaphors for a single thing, include an exclamation, ruminate on the definition of a word, and come back in the closing line to the image or idea with which you opened the poem.


I’m calling today’s glimmer “mission accomplished!” There is a certain satisfaction in accomplishing a task without any leftover parts! Our resident plecostomus has outgrown our meager 30 gallon fish tank…perfectly fine for tetras and snails, but totally inadequate for a monster, prehistoric looking ground feeder. We decided to gift our wine cabinet buffet hutch to a young couple we know…we don’t even drink wine!!! What were we thinking when we thought we needed that piece of furniture in our dining room…pass a shot of good bourbon on the rocks if you please! 😉 I ordered a rush tank cabinet and it arrived this week. Managed to dolly it up to the back porch and set to the task of piecing it together…let’s just say I am an expert with an allen wrench, the go-to tool for all furniture kits from China! A short three hours later, I had completed the project! It is beautiful, sturdy, and will make a nice addition to our dining area…and I can’t wait to introduce our pleco to his new digs! There are sure to be more photos to come!!!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ~kat

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 8

Photo Credit: FreePik.con
two left feet

I’m a terrible dancer
you don’t need to remind me
I suppose I’ll just sit here then
hold up the wall and watch,
as you cut a rug, show me
how it’s done…I’ll just
tap my toes under the table
so I don’t embarrass you when
we’re out in public, awkward me,
with my two left, flat feet, stiff hips,
and too-long, flailing, orangutan arms.
you don’t need to remind me

I’m a terrible dancer
the trees don’t seem to mind though
when we start to sway in unison
my golden locks, their lush, sage leaves
tossed by a gentle, cool spring breeze
the tall grass bending gracefully
beneath my bare feet, caressing my skin
as the loam hums, birds trill, the hills swell
in harmony, bird and butterfly wing flutters
sending whispers of breath past my ears…
I lose myself like dandelion fluff
twirling, twirling lightly on a dream
the trees don’t seem to mind though
I’m a terrible dancer

~kat

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 8 Prompt: use a simple phrase repeatedly, and then make statements that invert or contradict that phrase.


Always good for a glimmer…my dear sidekick Gabby. She is doing so well these days. On an herbal concoction from our holistic vet after our seed tick scare last month. The supplement aptly names I think…”Gracious Power”! You go Gabby Girl! ✨💚✨


Na/GloPoWriMo Day 1

corvid clemency 

forgiveness from crows
is an honor, when bestowed,
not to be tested,
the faces they remember
rouse ire fueled by vengeance

~kat

Day One Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Prompt: write your own tanka – or multi-tanka poem. Theme and tone are up to you, but try to maintain the five-line stanza and syllable count.

Tanka is a traditional Japanese poetic form consisting of 31 syllables arranged in five lines with a 5-7-5-7-7 structure. Originating over 1,300 years ago, it is a deeply emotional, often melancholic form centered on love, nature, and personal reflection. It often features a pivotal “turn” (kami-no-ku to shimo-no-ku) between the first three lines and the last two, offering a “long haiku” with more depth. 


A note about today’s poem:

The crow featured above is special because it is actually against a crow’s nature to forgive. a year ago one of their comrades died at my crow feeder. It was clear after this unfortunate event that my murder of crows thought I had something to do with its demise. As a result, they avoided me like the plague. Of course I was heartbroken. I kept putting out peanuts for them which they staunchly ignored. (The squirrels and blue joys loved having those treats all to themselves!) And then one day one of them got brave, I assume, and helped himself to a peanut. I was persistent and it seemed to pay off. Before long a half dozen, more than my original murder of three granted me clemency. They visit me everyday now. I am honored to have regained their trust, and believe me I don’t take likely the trust they’ve placed on me. It’s a true blessing. So of course the fellow above while paired with my cautionary tanka, is also my glimmer for today.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨



tell the bees

Photo Credit: YHBae on pixabay.com

tell the bees
.
I
understand now
how
important they are
not only because they are master
keepers
of all life in balance
but as sages of
great wisdom.
consider the hive…
.
a bustling community of
workers, drones, and one queen, each of whom
has a vital role to play
in the health, safety, and prosperity
of the whole
where the swarm
protects
at all cost
the matriarch, the very heart.
it’s not honey
that drives them, it is she…
.
ancient
feminine energy
hidden away
just buzzing
to be known
by humanity gone astray
honey drunk,
where drones
have taken over the hive…
they forgot, the workers are legion

~kat

The poem is a pi-sequenced offering based on three sections: 3.1415926535.8979323846. 2643383279, determining the syllable count for each line. Happy 3/14!

Wisdom from the Bees

There are three vital roles played out by very distinct players in the life of a hive. It’s not about the honey. While it is a sweet byproduct of the harmony of a healthy brood of bees, it is not the heart. 

That would be the queen. A single fertile female who holds everything together. Bee queens live 2-3 years laying up to 3000 eggs a day. She is literally the mother of all bees, the quintessential life giver of the colony as well as the anchor that keeps the hive humming. 

The queen is sustained by worker bees (also female). These busy bees tend the hive, clean and feed the queen royal jelly, a special food reserved only for queens, and provide for her every need so that she can spend her short productive reign reproducing. Worker bees are born from the fertilized eggs of the queen. Given the fertile reproductive qualities of a heathy queen, workers are legion. Throughout their relatively short lifespan (in the summer two to six weeks, and in winter, up to 20 weeks because they don’t venture out of the hive during colder months) worker bees do it all! After 21 days, honey bee larvae emerge fully grown and the work begins with cleaning the cells (days 1-3), feeding the worker and drone larvae (days 3-7), and attending exclusively to the queen (days 7-11). Around days 13 – 18 the workers use wax from four glands in their abdomen’s to build and restore the cells of the hive. On days 18 – 21 when their stinger has matured, they move on to guard duty protecting the hive, and finally, in the last sweet stage of life these busy workers emerge from the hive to scout and forage for water, pollen, and nectar. A foraging bee will make 9-10 hour-long trips to and from the hive in a single day. There are other tasks which worker bees do such as maintaining the temperature of the hive and mortuary duty (removing dead and non viable eggs from the hive). I’m figuring out where the term “busy as a bee” comes from. 

Which brings us to the drones. These guys (the male component in the life of bee colonies) are born from the unfertilized eggs of the queen. She basically creates these fellows for herself, as they have one vital role to play. They do not have stingers (an important fact to ponder), they do not feed themselves (worker bees provide them royal jelly for a few days, then a steady diet of honey), they do not scout or forage or protect the hive (remember…no stingers). When a queen emerges from her nest, she takes a maiden flight solely for the purpose of mating with several drones. This act will fertilize all the eggs she will ever lay in her lifetime, so once the deed is done, each drone dies.

I could go on and on…there are so many details i could share regarding the masterpiece that is a bee colony. And there are a few analogies as well that I could indulge, but I won’t. I’ll let you fill in the rest of the story. Suffice to say, is it any wonder that compassion, kindness, peace, community, conservation, nurturing, the arts and wisdom are making a bold resurgence in these times we find ourselves living through? And what can we learn from the bees? I’ll just leave all of this here for you to ponder. 🤔😉 😊

Much love, peace, compassion, and honeybee wisdom glimmers to you. 

~kat

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